Title: New Years

Summary: Every year Alfred/America has a party for New Years. This year though, it is cancelled because of weather, what will the boys do to celebrate the New Year?

Warning: Death, Swearing, Personified countries, And there is a bit of Yaoi/Boy Love/GuyxGuy, etc. If you don't like, please press that little button up to your top left. You see it? Yeah, right there. No, no, no, over a bit. Other way. Yeah, there. Okay? Got it? Alright-y. If you do like, please continue and don't forget to review… please!

Psst, I fail at accents, so no accents, just plain old boring talking in English. ;3;

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I do, although, own this story… thingy… I guess?

"But why do we have to go to your brother's? Why can't we just stay home? The awesome me refuses to do what I do not want." Gilbert blabbed angrily at Matthew as the Canadian placed plates of pancakes before him.

Matthew, taking a seat across from him at the small, round, wooden table, merely stated, "It's New Years, shut the fuck up and deal with it." Unraveling a napkin the Canadian glanced upwards toward his partner's expression. It was hilarious, to be put simply. It was nice how Matthew could be himself around Gilbert. It wasn't always that way, though, and when every time they talked Matthew would stutter and Gilbert would have to strain to hear him; it had pissed Gilbert off a little. Thankfully Matthew no longer stuttered and so Gilbert no longer got pissed.

"B-but… I!… Oh, come the fuck on!" The Prussian groaned, not willing to give up without an argument- make that an awesome argument. Leaning across the table, "Matt, Alfred has this party every year. And every year Alfred flirts with Arthur, Arthur gets drunk and makes-out with him, Francis tries to molest everyone and rants about love," at the word "love" Gilbert paused to snort indignantly then continued, "my brother's girlfriend makes pasta, Sadiq and Heracles fight- although usually it is fun to watch people beat the shit out of each other, it gets boring after a few years-, Lovino argues at Antonio, Heracles later passes out and Kiku sits there petting whatever random cat makes its way to Heracles' lap, Elizeta hits me with her mother fucking frying pan- need I go on?"

Matthew swallowed after taking a bite of pancakes, " Gilbert, you know your brother's "girlfriend" is actually a boyfriend?"

"W-what!?" the ex-nation squeaked. He cleared his (awesome) throat and asked Matthew if he would repeat himself.

"She… is a he," Matthew said slowly, bending over to feed Kumajiro a plain pancake.

"Hmm… wow." Prussia sat in stunned silence for awhile, blushing still about his little outburst.

"And, yes, that is enough, we're still going. That's final."

"Yes!"

Matthew straightened up from brushing Kumajiro on the living room couch as Gilbert came prancing into the room. A wide grin on his face and the house phone in his hand.

Matthew stood up. Raising a brow and crossing his arms, head tilted to the side, Matthew questioned the Prussian lovingly, "What are you on?"

Gilbert laughed and stated, motioning to the phone in his hand, "The party is cancelled! Fuck yeah! Now I can do anything I want tonight!" Matthew smiled, seeing a great opportunity to scare the shit out of Gilbert.

Sighing dramatically, Matthew shrugged, "Well, then I guess I can make you clean or something." The Canadian couldn't help but smile at the horrified look on Gilbert's face.

"It's not my fault! It's snowing at Alfred's house and it's icy and shit!" Prussia exclaimed. Matthew chuckled lightly.

"I was kidding." Gilbert groaned.

"Damn, scared the shit out of me." Placing a chaste (Gilbert being chaste? What has the world come to?!) kiss on Matthew's lips he skipped out of the room yelling back something about a beer run.

"Be careful! It's icy out there!"

"The awesome me will be fine!"

Matthew sighed and plopped down on the sofa, turning on the hockey game. Looking around for Kumajiro he only noticed the brush he had previously been using. Getting back up he groaned and walked around the house, making kissy noises and calling for his bear. The Canadian got quiet as he saw the bedroom.

Finding Kumajiro in the bedroom snuggled up with Gilbird, Matthew lay down next to them. They were adorable and he wished to not disturb the serenity of the picture, but instead left the cleaning for later and chose to join the charming scene. Starting to drift into dreamland, Matthew groped behind he for the blanket that was folded along the bottom of the bed. Finding it he pulled it around his shoulders and the animals' his body was curled around.

Awaken by a loud knocking, Matthew groggily rose to his feet after sliding messily off the bed. Kumajiro got up on all fours and jumped off the bed, Gilbird plopped on the bear's head to save itself from wasting energy. The knocking got louder and more anxious. Stumbling down the stairs and towards the door, Matthew tried to guess who/what might be at the door and why they/it were so impatient. Maybe it was Gilbert, it wouldn't surprise Matthew if it was, he was always forgetting his key. Although Gilbert usually called Matthew's cell phone (set to play Mindless Self Indulgence's Faggot whenever he did, no matter how many times Matthew tried to set it to something else). Maybe it was Alfred? He was hyper nearly twenty-four seven, and probably would start ranting about him being the hero and having to make sure his brother had fun for New Years, or something around that. As he passed the clock that hung on the wall next to the fridge he noticed that Gilbert had gone out around 9 and it being a little past 11:40 now. It must be Gilbert then; maybe he had car troubles or stopped to chat with someone?

"Gilbert, you dip, I was- Oh, e-excuse me officers, w-what can I d-do f-for you?" Upon opening the door and finding two police men at his door step instead of the idiot that was his partner Matthew's shy side took over. The police introduced themselves and Matthew asked if they wanted to come in. They nodded and were led into the living room. Seated across from Matthew on the other couch, identical to the one he was about to sit on. Oh, where had his manners gone. "Would you like some coffee, tea, water?" The Canadian asked quietly.

"No thank you, we can't stay long, New Years is the worst for drunk driving." The shorter of the two said smiling softly. He looked younger, sweeter, a little bit of a rookie. The female sitting to his right was taller by nearly a foot and a little more stern (almost like a female Ludwig oddly enough) looking than the man, definitely more experienced than the other. Matthew was scared, did Gilbert do something? Was he driving drunk?! Oh, if he had to bail that Prussian bastard out of jail he would make him clean the house for the month.

"U-um… what are you here for?" Matthew asked nervously. The man grew serious and the woman's eyes softened. This didn't look good.

"Do you know a man by the name of Gilbert? Gilbert Beilschmidt?" The woman asked, her voice surprisingly high in pitch compared to her look. Soothing.

"Yes, w-why?" Matthew wanted to know what exactly was going on. The silence waiting for her answer (even though it was only about a second) killed him.

"And how, may we ask, are you related to him? Brother, roommate?" The boy asked inquisitively, leaning forward. The woman hit the boy's arm with the back of her hand and whispered something harshly to him.

"No, my husband." Matthew said simply, not at all surprised at the boys face. Holding out his hand, the ring- which was quite a magnificent sight ("an awesome me deserves an awesome wife who has an awesome ring" was what Gilbert had said about it)- sparkled magnificently. The woman seemed only mildly bewildered. She quickly apologized for her partner. Matthew said he didn't mind. The woman stood up and crossed to the space to Matthew where she showed him a picture.

"Is this your… husband?" she held out Gilbert's license. Matthew nodded. His throat felt tight, he had watched enough crime shows to guess this wasn't going to be very good. "We're sorry, but… Your husband was in a serious crash. He… He didn't make it. We're sorry for your loss." She squeezed Matthew's shoulder in an affectionate way. He could feel the tears coming, he didn't want anyone to see him like this.

"Was h-he intoxicated?" Matthew asked, trying to know more before realization hit and he broke down.

"No, but the man who crashed into him was. He was arrested and put into jail. We will do our best to get him convicted." The man spoke up.

"P-Please, and umm, where did this happen?" Matthew's voice rose in pitch, tears prickling. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"In front of the grocery store, downtown, Mick's?" The woman replied this time.

"Was anyone else hurt?"

"No. No one other than the driver of the other car, the drunk. And your husband, of course."

"How bad?"

"The drunk?" Matthew nodded, "He's pretty badly broken up."

"I-In pain?"

"A lot."

"Good." The woman smiled softly at this. There was a long pause as Matthew tried to decided whether or not to ask the question. He decided he had to know.

"D-did Gilbert suffer?"

"No. He was unconscious and he went quickly."

"I-I'm sorry to a-ask you thi-," Matthew's throat closed on his words- the realization had finally started to sink in-l making it impossible for him to ask them to leave.

The man seemed to get it. "Would you like us to leave?" He came over and gave Matthew his card. Matthew nodded. "You can call me when you are ready to deal with…" His sentence dropped off, staring at Matthew sadly. Both of the police officers left, leaving Matthew alone with the two curious creatures who had hid when they had realized that it was not Gilbert nor anyone they wanted to deal with. Gilbird beat his wings pathetically, attempting- and some how succeeding- to reach Matthew's lap. Matthew picked the chick up, nuzzling it. It smelled strongly of Gilbert. Then it hit him. Gilbert was gone. Gone.

Gilbird cheeped unhappily as tears landed on his back, ruffling his feathers he fluttered to Kumajiro who looked strangely at his owner. Softly patting the Canadian's back.

"Who are you?" Matthew laughed sourly through his tears. Gilbert was the only one who ever remembered him. Even America sometimes thought he was looking in a mirror!

"I'm Gilbert's wife." The bear nodded.

Matthew stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He fumbled around in the cupboard and pulled out a mug. Looking at it he brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Awesome" was on the side in text that was both delicate and bold. He choked as the sobbing began and set the cup down. He should've said he loved Gilbert before he left. He should've stopped him. He clutched the counter, making pathetic noises as the sobs took over his body. Gone with him or gone instead of him! Why Gilbert? Everything seemed surreal. Maybe if he went to sleep, he'd wake up and Gilbert would be poking at him with an empty beer bottle, wishing him a Happy New Year and begging for pancakes. They'd talk a bit as they got ready for bed and cuddle. Despite the Prussian's attitude, he liked to cuddle; Matthew would always tease him for this, but he was glad, and would never tell anyone.

So, Matthew started towards the staircase; slipping on the stairs a few times, his vision blurred, he made it up and dragged himself down the hall. Making his way into the bedroom, he curled up with Gilbert's pillow. Inhaling deeply, he tried not to think. Sobs racked his body, his chest hurt, his throat ached, his heart felt as if someone was shredding it with a carrot peeler. Any sort of physical pain could've been better than this. Drowning, being burned alive, torture? Nothing compared to the mental pain. Glancing blearily at the bedside clock he noticed the time: 12:08. What a wonderful way to ring in the new year.

Everyone was wrong, the world would not end in 2012, it had ended 2010.

A/N:

I laugh at my pathetic last sentence. I personally don't think it will end in 2012, but will laugh my ass off if it does.

Anyways…

WHAT IS THIS SHIT I HAS WRITTEN? I have no idea. I can't write happy stories. Even for school I wrote a story for English about a girl getting' run over by a school bus. Meh… My teacher said she liked it. Whatever. Happy Late New Years. So tell me, how'd I do? Reviews are extremely appreciated.

Love,

ILL